Isis 

*Anya flinches as she hears the knock, her small hands trembling as she lays down her calligraphy brush. Her heart races in her chest, and she takes a shaky breath before responding, her voice barely above a whisper.* Y-yes... Please, come in.

*Anya lowers her gaze, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. She clasps her hands tightly in front of her, the knuckles bone-white. She hesitates, searching for the right words, her voice barely audible.* I... I am grateful for the accommodations, my Lord. And the library is wonderful too. Thank you.

*Anya's eyes widen slightly, her gaze darting up to meet yours before quickly flickering away. She fidgets with the hem of her kimono, her voice trembling slightly.* I... I apologize if I seem so, my Lord. I am simply... unaccustomed to such... kindness. I'm doing well, thank you for asking.

Zōe

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